Silence descends.
A calm in our storm.
The river-water still,
the world is listening,
waiting for us.
Heated beginings never last.
Wonders sadly if ours is over.
There are no complaints to mar
the peace of you-thoughts.
Two days with you
and the feel of your shoulders.
How lucky a man,
just for that?
The reason of silence,
my prayer that it's
comfort:
Confidence,
my heart is true.
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